Antics

Poor Miss Harlow has been a bit neglected lately. Between my disappointing lack of love life (and me pouting over it) and my Cydney Scott Photography freelance holiday schedule busying up, she's basically been ignored.

Last Friday I had the yard Alcatrazed (yes, that's a word...now anyway). The section where there was hedges blocked by chicken wire is now fenced and there's a new gate replacing the crappy rickety one. Harlow balked at this and Saturday morning when I went outside to call her in so I could get to a shoot, she was nowhere to be found.
Then I looked down the little walkway next to my carport, she was at the bottom of the path, by the sidewalk, peering at me from behind the carport.

I got out. Now what do I do? is what her face said to me. I went and got her and figured out that she must have simply jumped the carport to get to the path on the opposite side of the carport (which was also on the other side of the gate).

It's complicated and I have no diagram so just trust me, she's sneaky.

The other night I was laying on the couch with my red blanket on me. Harlow is allowed on the couch when this blanket is also on the couch, just to minimize any dirt she might be housing and depositing onto my nice couch. Harlow came over to the couch, sat on the floor right next to me and simply looked up hopefully. Usually I have to pat my lap and invite her, and even coax her to come up (the wonderment of the couch is more than she can process).  This time, I simply said quietly "Do you need a snuggle?"

She jumped straight into the air, landed on top of me and laid right down. No running start, no front legs first then struggle to bring up the back end. Just a full jump.  She made me laugh.